Unsurprisingly she yelped in fear as something furry touched her, but the familiar noise had her reaching down and grabbing him, holding him maybe a little too tightly and sobbing, "M-mr C-cat, y-you shouldn't b-be here! I, I c-can't k-keep you s-safe."
Strangely enough the chittering and rustling had taken on a different tone, instead of being excited and eager, it sounded more cautious, if not worried. But Emma didn't really register that, she was too lost in her fears.